Print Version of Tales From The Scribe

Tales From The Scribe: A Collection

The print version of Tales From The Scribe is now live on Createspace.  It will be up on Amazon in a few days and through other distribution services later

The link to go buy the print copy HERE $17.99 US

Buy E-book HERE $5.99 AUD

Add to Goodreads HERE

 

Tales From The Scribe is now LIVE

That is right.

You can now read my collection ‘Tales From The Scribe’ It is officially live on Amazon with the Kindle and print version.

Kindle available HERE

Amazon Paperback available HERE

Kobo available HERE

Tales From The Scribe: A Collection

Tales From The Scribe: A Collection

Time twisting, dystopian, and epic fantasy stories

Tale of Cerdiwen
Cerdiwen of Llyr was thrown into another time. Suddenly faced with the real people and situations she was just reading about, will Cerdiwen be able to do as Taliesin instructed? Can she save her mother?

Life After Death
What really happens to us after we die? A question asked by many over the years. Gillian goes on a dark journey to discover her own life and death.

Dance of the Gods
Looking a noble in the eyes is punishable by death. This is what Ryukan faces when he comes across a noblewoman who is lost in the woods. Can the Dance of the Gods change Ryukan’s fate?

Icons of Power
Australia is in ruins.
Light and Dark are fighting for control of the Icons of Power. Whomever has then, can change the world. The race is on to gain control of the last Icon.

It has started to get some great reviews already!

Jul 15, 2016 Kayla rated it liked it 3 Stars

Tales from the Scribe consists of a collection of four short stories by Adelaide writer, Tarran Jones, and joined by a mystical theme. Each short story is broken into chapters, making it easy to read in small bursts, or as a whole. The e-book version which I read was beautifully typeset and visually appealing throughout.
The first story is Journey of Cerdiwen and centres around a Druid girl, Cerdiwen who time travels during a ceremony to change the course of history. The goddess, Epona, guides
her hand, leading her through time to her mother (from whom she was stolen) in time to prevent a war.
The second, Life and Death, is perhaps the one I engaged with most. It follows Gillian, a woman who commits suicide, through her journey into the afterlife. It speculates about reincarnation, and the beginning and end of life being centred on blood and pain.
Read the whole review HERE

Kathryn White reviews it on her site

Tales From the Scribe by Adelaide author Tarran Jones moves at a fast, though strangely dreamlike pace where the imagery and setting can change in an instant–and it works.

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Book Review – Ruined – Amy Tintera

Ruined (Ruined, #1)Ruined by Amy Tintera

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I love Amy Tintera’s work and this book is simply fantastic. The characters are well developed and you see the progression they go through as you read.

Loved Cas and Em, they fall in love even though Em knows she isn’t meant to love the enemy.

Fabulously written and once again I am left hanging for book two. There we get to see the monster Lera created.

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Book Review – The Doctor Calling – Meredith Appleyard

The Doctor CallingThe Doctor Calling by Meredith Appleyard

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

A great Australian outback story. The characters are engaging and the author makes you care about them.

The feel of the house Laura inherited is strong and you can picture it in your mind. Very realistic portrayal of country life.

My first book by Meredith but it won’t be my last.

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Book Review -Missing – Melanie Casey

Missing (Cass Lehman and Detective Ed Dyson #3)Missing by Melanie Casey

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Another brilliant book by Melanie Casey.

Cass and Ed are together and working out how to be a couple. Ed gets a case where someone is killing homeless men in Adelaide.

Cass has her own problems when the past comes back to hurt her and te ones she loves.

Brilliant writing and wonderful description of our city.

Took me only a day to finish the book and I am curious if there will be anymore books in this series. I really hope so.

Love reading a book set in my home city.

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Book Review – Warded Man – Peter V Brett

The Warded Man (Demon Cycle, #1)The Warded Man by Peter V. Brett
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book captured my attention right from the start. Arlen’s decent into the Warded Man was intriguing and interesting to read. Loved the characters very much. The world building is great, making you feel like you are actually out in the hamlets and cities. Am about to read the next one in the series, Desert Spear. Go and read it if you haven’t already.

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Book Reveal – Tales From The Scribe

In July I will be publishing a collection of short stories. The title of this creation is ‘Tales From The Scribe – A collection.’ I have drawn inspiration for it from this blog and I have loved writing these stories. I hope you will too. When I am able, I will be posting links on where to buy the collection and I really hope you enjoy.

For now, here is a teaser. The first chapter of the first story ‘Journey of Cerdiwen’ Please leave a comment/review😀

Tales From The Scribe: A Collection

Journey of Cerdiwen

Breathing harshly the woman ran towards the forest, the full moon lighting her way. Her long fair hair was wild and loose, the ends catching on the clasp of her torc. Twisting her head, the woman tried to see how close the pursuit was but it was too dark to make out anything far away.  Turning back, she struggled to reach the relative safety of the forest. Her dress pushed against and around her legs, making it hard to run as the wind howled. The harshness of the weather blew away the cloak that covered her scantly covered body revealing that she wasn’t alone, for in her arms she held a child.

Her heart thudded almost painfully as she reached the forest, in the distance the shouts of alarm and chase could be heard. The woman put more speed in her step for she couldn’t get caught – it would mean war. She ran straight into the one place that most people would never follow her into, the sacred forest. Trees eclipsed her and the night grew darker as the moon was blocked out. Rustling was to be heard as the night animals smelled an intruder. The woman looked back over her should not seeing the magnificent oak tree root that was in front of her. Her foot caught the exposed root and she curled her arms around the sleeping babe and took the full force of her fall on her leg. The woman went white as a loud crack was heard then a sharp lancing pain ran through her leg.

‘Oh Epona, please don’t let them find her.’ The woman prayed as she tried to move her broken leg without much success. Crystal tears started to flow down her cheeks as she thought of all she had just been through, all that she had known had been torn away from her in a matter of months. All because of her idiot brother Efnisien who had mutilated the horses of the peace offering.

The woman managed to move herself into a sitting position next to the oak and looked at her daughter.

Fair of hair like herself and the woman knew she would have her other talents as well.

‘I don’t know whether you would consider them a curse or a gift, but they are yours my darling daughter.’

The child opened her eyes and the woman stared transfixed at her daughters deep green eyes then the child yawned and closed her eyes once more. The mother let lose a sob and put her hand to her mouth so she wouldn’t wake up the child.

‘Please if you are listening out there, please by all that’s holy save her. She’s only a child.’ The woman bowed her head and waited, as the sounds of pursuit got closer.

‘What if she could be saved child, what would you give for that to happen.’ A female voice broke into the woman’s despair. Her head shot up and her nostrils flared in terror as her eyes widened. Before her stood the very deity she had been praying to, Epona the Goddess of Power. She walked to where the child lay in her mothers arms and gently touched her face and repeated her question.

The woman answered immediately, ‘My life.’

The Goddess waved that suggestion away ‘Your life is already forfeit. I ask one last time if she could be saved, what would you give for that to happen?’

The sounds of the dogs braying were closer every second she wasted, the woman then sighed and told her,

‘I would give my service to you.’

The Goddess’s red eyes gleamed and she smiled, ‘Done. You and the child will be saved. Now your husband approaches. You will go back with him and prepare to end this war.’

The woman was shocked by what the Goddess was telling her to do.

‘Go back? How can I go back? He abuses me every day. He blames me for Efnisien breaking the treaty.’

The Goddess simply stated, ‘You think to know the mind of a God? Mortal woman this war is draining and tiring. You Will go back and you Will be my instrument. I will keep my promise – your daughter will be safe. Your brother Bran comes with an army. You must convince your husband to use the Cauldron of Plenty against the Blessed Bran. It will be the only way to end the feud.’

The woman’s mouth opened and shut in horror. That is why she ran away, so she would not be used against her brother. She had heard tales from the servants who delighted in telling her that Matholwch will kill him when he comes to shore.

‘No! I won’t’ She shook with the force of her denial.

Epona smiled and it was terrible to behold. ‘Branwen, sister of the Blessed Bran. You will do as you’re told. Gods see more widely than mere mortals. Trust in me to look after you. Do as I have bid and all will be as it is meant to be.’ The Goddess leant over the woman’s hurt leg and a bright green glow infused her hands and healed the broken bone in place.

Then she straightened holding her hand out to Branwen,

‘I grow weary of this plane, give me your child and I will depart.’

Branwen cradled her daughter, not wanting to give her up. The little girl sighed in her sleep and slowly with my heartbreak gave the Goddess her child. Epona took the babe in hand and then they were gone. Branwen cried, her grief inescapable.

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